Chapter 163
The Chinese audience's worries were obviously unnecessary. Chu Huaiqin and the others were not in good condition either. A simple tent was set up and Xia Entang put the people on it. He first fed Chu Huaiqin some water and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had regained consciousness.
Chu Huaiqin opened his mouth and exhaled for a while before smiling, "What's with that expression? I'm just too tired."
"Brother, you scared us." Lin Zhinan approached Chu Huaiqin and said with blinking eyes.
"I'm fine, just need to rest for a while. Have you had lunch?" Chu Huaiqin sat up and asked.
The two men shook their heads. The young monk, assuming Chu Huaiqin was hungry, hurriedly brought the box over. The cactus had already been eaten, leaving only a few loaves of bread. Even though it was too hot to eat, the men still ate half a loaf.
It was 12:30 pm. After eating the bread and drinking two sips of water, the water in the water bag was dwindling, leaving less than two liters. If he could hold it in, maybe he could, but Chu Huaiqin's body was different from that of an ordinary person; he had a huge demand for water.
The four of them rested until three in the afternoon and then got up to prepare for departure. Their speed had been seriously slowed down in the morning, so they had to make up for it and were even prepared to walk until the early morning tonight.
"My dear." Xia Entang patted Chu Huaiqin's shoulder, his brow furrowed. Usually, Chu Huaiqin was the one who woke them up and set off, but today, when the time came, he remained motionless with his eyes closed. Xia Entang was a little worried about his condition.
Just as he was about to say something else, Chu Huaiqin opened his eyes and saw the three anxious faces in front of him. He smiled and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it time? I overslept."
"Are you okay?" Xia En looked at him worriedly.
"What's wrong with me?" Chu Huaiqin was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He didn't say that he was indeed in a bad state. Although he was more awake than before, he still felt weak all over. He felt like there was a heat burning in his bones, which might burst out at any time. His muscles also ached. Chu Huaiqin wondered if he had caught a cold in the desert with a temperature over 40 degrees.
"Brother, have a drink of water!" Lin Zhinan was a little worried about Chu Huaiqin. He didn't look very well, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only hand him the water.
Chu Huaiqin shook his head, stretched out his hand for Xia En to pull him up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go, let's go."
The four of them quickly packed up and set off. After resting, Chu Huaiqin, who had recovered some strength, still insisted on walking for a while, until he could no longer walk and then asked Xia En to carry him. It was four o'clock in the afternoon at this time.
The Rolling Team was severely delayed and hadn't yet reached the food point. The same was true for the team ahead of them. The high temperatures, coupled with the need to control their water intake, had nearly brought several teams to the brink of collapse. Valeri of the Russian team was the first to erupt. He was truly thirsty, so thirsty that even a lick of water would have been enough. But Andrei refused to give in, leaving him completely enraged.
"I want to withdraw from the competition." Valeri looked at his brother with red eyes.
Vasily said in a deep voice: "Hold on..."
"I don't want to keep going on. If I keep going on, I'll either faint like Agata or go crazy like those two guys from the Double Eagles," Vasily yelled at his brother. He turned and walked towards the directors, muttering, "I want to quit. I want to quit."
"Valery?" Captain Andrei shouted, trying to stop him.
"Don't call me, don't force me." Valeri was completely furious. His eyes were red, his dry and flaky lips were red enough to bleed, and the skin on his face was rough and dark. It was obvious that he had not had a good life since the global competition, and now, he had had enough.
Andrei saw him stumbling towards the directors without stopping, so he ran over and grabbed him, "Valery, Agata has withdrawn, I don't want to..."
Hearing Agata's name, Valeri completely exploded, "Agata was forced to withdraw from the competition by you. She begged you to give her water. It was you..."
“Bang!”
A loud slap was heard, attracting the attention of others.
It was his brother Vasily who struck Valery.
"Shut up!" Vasily pulled Andrei's hand away and pulled Valeri towards him, grabbing his shirt and saying viciously, "Agata's matter has nothing to do with Andrei. You, take back your idea of withdrawing from the competition right now, or I'll kill you right here."
The cruel words shocked everyone, and many viewers in the live broadcast room posted comments questioning the relationship between the two brothers.
If the Russian team was in such a mess, the other teams were not much better. Almost all the water was drunk up and no one was in a good situation. Some people on the Mali team were even worried that Captain Abadi would steal the water and asked for the kettle back. However, Abadi slapped them in the face and forced them to hold back their words.
Chen from the British Empire also had problems. After they finished their water, Chen couldn't walk anymore. Arnold took his luggage and dragged him along. Just like Fili from Sam's Country, he looked like he was about to faint at any moment.
The audience in the live broadcast room has already cursed the production team.
"Are the production team really inhumane?"
"Maybe no one here is suitable, and he regrets releasing the script and deliberately eliminated everyone."
"Even though they released the script for 'Star Wars,' they didn't say the winner would get the lead role!" "Right, everyone was so excited before. The production team said they released the script, but they didn't say what role the winner would get."
"Regarding this, I'd rather know what the script is about. Every episode of 'Star Wars' is so exciting. Which episode is Anthony's script about?"
"Ahhh, shut up. Now is not the time to talk about the script. What should we do now?"
The director who was following the filming was a little anxious looking at this group of people who were about to faint at any time, so he secretly called Anthony and asked him how to arrange it.
Unexpectedly, Anthony laughed and said, "How can someone without any perseverance be worthy of being my protagonist?"
Follow-up Director: Holy crap, is Anthony starting casting now?
"That's human nature!"
Someone said in the live broadcast room.
"Don't get into any philosophy right now. All I know is that this is an individual competition. It's okay for the players to get their own water back, right?"
"At first they came together to help each other, but as time went on, everyone forgot it was an individual competition and started to see them as a team."
"What do we do now? Is Abadi forcing a team?"
The audience in the live broadcast room frequently asked questions, but unfortunately no one could answer them.
It was five in the afternoon, and based on the sunset times of a few days ago, the sun wouldn't set until eight-thirty at the latest. They hadn't even reached their next food point, so their hopes of leaving Huoyan Mountain today were slim.
Several teams dragged themselves along, but the road was too long. Even if they tried to conserve water, or drank as little as possible, several teams ran out of water. Looking at their empty water bottles and the scorching sun, despair welled up in their hearts.
There's no water.
It was only six o'clock in the afternoon, two hours before sunset, and five kilometers away from the Flaming Mountain. They were finished.
“Give up!”
Someone sat on the ground, smiling bitterly.
"What a horrible show! If I ever participate in one of these again, I'll have my hands broken." It was Fili who uttered these harsh words. He lay on the sand, feeling the scorching heat, staring at the scorching sun through his sunglasses, and yelled, "Ahhhh!"
"We've come this far."
Andre murmured, feeling a little uncomfortable for a moment.
The atmosphere was deathly silent, and no one knew where to go.
The people in the live broadcast room also felt uncomfortable.
"Oh my god, what should we do? Are we really all out?"
"There are still five kilometers to go, just hold on."
“How can we survive without water?”
"I'm only worried about Chu Huaiqin and the others now. They're still five kilometers away, but Chu Huaiqin and the others are about seven kilometers away. Judging from Chu Huaiqin's condition, they might not arrive until tomorrow."
“I don’t know how much water they have left and whether they can hold on.”
"Tsk, everyone, get out! Get out! The production team didn't even want anyone to win."
The grumpy audience in the live broadcast room were furious, especially the fans of several teams, who were so angry that they felt dizzy.
“There’s grass.”
Just as everyone was feeling discouraged, someone shouted loudly. The dazed people sitting on the ground suddenly looked up and saw Shane from the Double Eagles, standing on the sand ridge ahead, pointing forward. Several people quickly sat up and rushed over. As expected, they saw the green value not far away, and the urge to cry was so strong that the grown men cried.
There is grass here. Does it mean that they are about to leave the Flaming Mountain?
"Map," Russell shouted, quickly spreading out the map. When he saw the food spot marked on it, he immediately laughed, laughing wildly, "Haha, we're here, at the food spot. Quick, find some food and see if there's any water."
After that, people from several teams threw their backpacks to the ground and began to search frantically. They soon found it under a sand dune. It was still a box, but to everyone's disappointment, there was no water, no water at all.
How could it be possible? I gave them hope, but in the end it was just a joke?
"Grass, grass, it's edible. It's camel thorn. I've seen Chu from the Gun Gun team eat it." This time it was Valeri from the Maozi team who spoke.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people rushed towards the green plants.
At this time, Xia En was still carrying Chu Huaiqin on his back, and walking in the desert with Lin Zhinan and the little monk.
Lin Zhinan walked beside him with a fan, blowing on Chu Huaiqin's back and the little monk from time to time, but slowly, she found something was wrong. She reached out and touched Chu Huaiqin's forehead, and her face changed instantly.
"Xia, Brother Xia En, I seem to have a fever. Is it a fever?" Lin Zhinan was so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly.
"What fever?" Xia En was startled and quickly called out, "Little monk, help me get him down."
The little monk quickly threw his backpack on the ground and helped Chu Huaiqin down from Xia En's back.
Xia En put his hands on Chu Huaiqin's forehead and cheeks. The hot touch made Xia En's face change. "Doctor, doctor."
Xia En hurriedly half-picked the man up, then seemed to think of something and quickly put him down, covering Chu Huaiqin's forehead with his hands, looking completely panicked.
The doctor came up quickly and after examining Chu Huaiqin, he said that it was caused by severe dehydration and recommended that he withdraw from the competition.
These words were like thunderbolts, and the three of them were stunned for a moment.
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